All he needed was permission. Wes wouldn't dare to do anything that Conrad wasn't comfortable with doing. He should have asked if he was really ready for this. If he'd ever even done something like this before. Because if this was Conrad's first time, they ought to be taking this slow. It would be sweet torture but Wes knew he could take his time if that was what Conrad wanted.
But they kept skipping ahead, speeding through any foreplay. That wasn't a teasing grap Conrad was giving his dick right now. Oh, he was rolling his hips into that hand with zero shame now. Things were definitely going to take a turn to the dark side if he was able to tie the blonde up too. He could see Conrad's eyes were blown out as hell, only the slightest sliver of blue left to admire. Though he also admired how much this was turning Conrad on too. If he'd ever doubted how much the other man had wanted him before, this moment would forever erase all doubt.
He looped the grabby hand in front of him first through the belt-cuff's, a disappointed moan leaving him as he did. Wrangling up the other was easy and he tightened them both just enough to keep Conrad from wriggling free. He leaned over then, raising Conrad's arms over his head and tied the other end to the headboard, briefly testing its strength before settling back, dragging his hands down those sexy British arms. "Maybe once I tire you out, I'll let you go." He bucked his hips into Conrad's, gasping a little at the rough friction. Note to self; remove pants next.
"Comfy?" Wes kissed at his neck, then trailed his mouth down, down, down until he reached that little bruise under Conrad's rib. His knees had sank to the floor, his chest bumping into the heat below. His trajectory was clear but he did have fun putting Conrad through the wringer.